The Lost Islands
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the hind's crown;



Mṛgaśira


[ mhr gha SEER ah ]

Fell

▻ Sarama | Shvana


She feels a bit silly - but for all the fire her hotblood origins provided, she had never had a harsh touch from someone she was close to. She was mad, so she finally let him know it. She had not, perhaps, bet on the fact that a nip from a large bodied creature like her Husband would smart the way it did. They look, she realizes, like antagonized children. Like a filly scolding a colt that had gotten rough after she hadn’t played by the rules and he pulled her head to make her stop.

His laugh, while empty, does soothe the tension in the air, though. Empty of sound, of true mirth, but still a give in the tension between the two of them. He does not feel the release, but it is because she watches him waffle in the brackishness of wallowing versus living. She walks over in the midst of this wonderful yet horrible laughter and softly brushes a muzzle onto one of his shoulders in a small apology, despite how her eyes are still full and her tail still snaps irritatedly against her haunches. It has a small nick of tooth, like a private sticking out of her tongue at him, and she is still twitching on her hip where he nipped, but there is no malice there.

"You’re not allowed to hide away anymore. I know you didn’t want me when my father brought me, but I want more than hiding alone in the brush waiting for the next upstart to come and try to take me away out of spite or the next monster to show up and tell me my hard work in making my children isn’t worth more than a meal." She eyes him, embarrassed as her hip twinges again and she must stomp it to relieve the fluttering hip flesh. "I want to be warm and feel safe and be happy. You took me, so now it's your job."

She sounds accusatory, but it is still flimsy, still a bit silly, still a bit of a flash of childishness she had never exhibited before even when she was the right age to do it. She humphs and steps forward to buffet his shoulder a little "That hurt." She says it while looking back at her hip over her spine, a little glare formed across her eyes.


OF THE TINUVEL BAY

▻ five years - arabian x kathiawari - maximum chestnut sabino - 14.2 hh ◅



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